"No problem!"
Zen Master Jingxin said after screening.
Dongfang Wanrong heaved a sigh of relief and then looked at the eternal sound sect's head. He was currently holding the Golden awl high and ruthlessly stabbing it into the green-robed man's chest.
Although Dongfang Wanrong didn't like to kill, she didn't have any mercy toward an enemy who had almost killed her younger sister.
"Dang!"
With an ear-piercing sound, Zen Master Heng Yin's hand split open and the Golden awl in his hand fell.
At this moment, the Dongfang sisters, Jingxin and his fellow disciples all came over in shock.
"A warrior?"
Dongfang Wanqing asked in surprise.
She had not expected that this mysterious man in green, who could devour soul power, was actually a warrior.
When did martial artists become so strange?
"This person is actually a martial artist!"
Chief Heng Yin frowned slightly. In this case, it would be difficult to kill the other party.
